Waaagh!
[roaring]
[cheers and cries]
How many?
Thousands, Lord-Celestant.
We do not have the numbers to stand against them.
What about the city’s garrison?
Little more than a company of mortals.
Not enough.
We can’t let the city die.
There are thousands of people...
Their faith in Sigmar must not go unanswered.
How many could we evacuate?
Before the orruks attack?
A handful, at best.
Then we fight to the last.
[Hamilcar] No need for any of that.
[dramatic heroic music]
Leave this to me.
I am Lord-Celestant Carinus,
gifted and charged to defeat the enemies of Sigmar.
A hundred Stormcasts fight under my command.
And who, in Sigmar’s glorious name... are you?
A passing hero who thought you looked like you needed help.
I am in no mood for jests.
I’m Hamilcar.
Hamilcar?
Yes.
Hamilcar Bear-Eater.
Breaker of the Siege of Durendar.
[Hamilcar] Survivor of the Koskan Massacre.
Slayer of Balach.
[heroic music]
[bird screeches]
Well, regardless,
I’m the greatest of all Sigmar’s celestial champions.
Present company excepted, of course.
If you say so.
What are your intentions?
Do you believe Sigmar is with us this day?
With every fibre of my being.
Indeed!
Where are you–
I’m off to gamble for everyone’s lives.
[warhorn blares]
[grunting]
Stop!
No time to stop, I have business with your boss.
The boss don’t want to see some humie storm-git.
[rowdy laughter]
[Hamilcar] Oh, he’ll want to see me.
Which way?
Left or right?
Er... dat way.
He’ll break you.
I’m sure he thinks so.
[Hamilcar] In fact, I’m counting on it.
[cackling]
Lovely camp you have here. Very large.
Interesting...
...smells. [coughs]
I hope I’m going the right way.
I’d hate to walk into a squig den or something.
A squig den might have been better.
[growling]
[straining]
[Urgarrk] You’re brave, storm-git.
Very brave.
Or very stupid.
Brave. Definitely brave.
He pushed past, boss.
Wouldn’t stop.
Course he did.
These storm-gits don’t know their place.
Just out of interest, where would that place be, exactly?
Ground beneath the boots of orruk.
Kneeling at the feet of the End of Empires.
Well, that doesn’t sound so good for us.
Wouldn’t it be much more fun
if we were all fighting together against someone else?
Fighting’s fighting.
The bigger the fight, the better.
That’s why you’re attacking the city?
[Urgarrk] Conquering a ‘uman city’s a big scrap.
Get me noticed.
Get me in the big Waaagh! that’s coming.
No, no, no.
You want to be noticed?
Fight me.
Killed lots of you lightning-boys.
Doesn’t prove nothing.
You may have fought my illustrious brethren,
but you’ve never fought me.
What makes you so special?
I’m Hamilcar.
Hamilcar?
[grunts]
Bear-eater?
Vanquisher of the Great Red.
Never heard of you.
Kill ‘im.
Wait!
That would be a mistake.
I’m the strongest of all the Stormcast,
Sigmar’s most storied champion.
Everyone says so.
What’s your point?
I propose a wager.
You beat me, I’ll admit you...
what’s your name?
Urgarrk.
I’ll admit that Urgarrk...
Urgarrk the Mighty...
Urgarrk the Invincible, is the strongest orruk I’ve ever met.
That’ll get you noticed.
Every Stormcast from here to the Celestial Realm
will know and fear your name.
[grunts softly]
What’s in it for you?
You want a reputation.
I have a reputation.
And that takes work.
If I don’t risk everything on a daringly foolhardy endeavour at least once a week,
then Sigmar may as well revoke my pass to the immortal hall of heroes.
[grunts softly]
Fight my best boyz.
You beat ‘em, I might believe you.
Kill you myself.
They scrag you, you’re not worth my time.
Splendid.
You cannot truly believe this will work?
At worst he dies and Sigmar reforges him as something more...
...useful.
Hmm.
Maybe...
I can’t help thinking I remember something about someone called Hamilcar.
No. Most likely a false echo from reforging.
I will start the evacuation.
[warhorn blares]
[shouting]
[roaring]
[dramatic music]
You don’t look much like a ‘best boy’.
Kunnin’ beats brutal any time.
And you look as kunnin’ as a maw-krusha.
[panting]
[screams]
[spectators shouting]
Really?
One of your best?
[laughing]
Nah.
Little snot thought he’d got away with eating my favourite squig.
Always a pleasure to be the hammer of justice.
Bonebreaka, show this mouthy storm-git what an orruk can do.
[roars]
I yield!
[spectator] Kill him! Kill him!
I yield.
You win!
Victory is yours and all that.
Victory is mine, Stormcast.
[Urgarrk] My champion, my win.
A great victory indeed.
Of course, you could win even bigger.
What d’you mean?
Double or nothing.
Send out another one.
That one, the big one.
He beats me,
I'll admit you’re not just the strongest orruk I’ve ever met,
I’ll say you’re the strongest in all of Ghur.
And you can have my Gryph-hound.
[squark]
Okay, you say double.
Double it is.
[excited shouting]
Sorry, old friend.
[roaring]
[gasps]
[grunts]
I... I will yield.
[cheering]
[laughing]
[gasps]
[chuckles]
Wait! Wait! Wait!
[grunting, mumbling]
I will...
I will yield. But...
How about I proclaim you to be the greatest orruk in all the realms...
...and you can have my armour.
It’s forged from sigmarite, you know.
One of the strongest metals that exists.
[chuckles]
I like your spirit.
I’ll crush it with your body.
That’s a yes, I take it.
Who’s next?
Bloodclaw... pit!
Bloodcl... [groans]
Idiot...
Yield! I yield.
Bloodclaw, here!
[gasping]
Double or nothing?
Nah.
I’m bored of watching you get stomped on.
Besides, you lose any more teef
and you won’t be able to tell the other storm-gits how great I am.
That’s a shame.
I was going to wager you the key to the Stormcasts’ greatest,
greatest power.
Pity. I do love a big-stakes game.
Greatest, greatest power?
Yes!
The reason we can keep on fighting forever.
I’ll teach you how to Reforge your warriors.
Reforge?
Picture it, Urgarrk...
You at the head of a great Waaagh!
rampaging across the realms,
surrounded by orruks charged by celestial lightning.
Invulnerable.
Invincible.
In...
...really great.
I’ll be a god.
A god as powerful as Kragnos, or even Sigmar himself.
But...
oh. No...
I’m afraid this won’t work.
Why not?
There is arcane magic in Reforging.
Hmm.
In order to give you such power, I must...
Hmm.
...swear a sacred oath that if I am defeated,
only he who vanquishes me will be given the power.
So, you see the problem.
[Hamilcar] If one of your champions were to beat me...
The evacuation of the city is underway.
Is he dead?
Not yet.
Swear your oath.
Tell your thunder god I’ll have his power soon.
I, Hamilcar Bear-Eater,
swear by almighty Sigmar
that if I lose this fight,
the winner will learn the secrets of Reforging
and be as a god bestriding the Mortal Realms.
Looks like he was listening.
I certainly hope so.
[groaning]
[Urgarrk roars]
[gasps]
You lose again, storm-git.
[thunder crashing]
[wind howling]
Not this time.
[gasping]
I’m going to be a god.
Alas, you’re really, really not.
[dramatic music]
[dramatic heroic music]
This thing is awfully uncomfortable.
Underlings!
Somewhat unexpectedly, it seems I’m your new boss.
This really is terribly uncomfortable.
No, not for me.
I’ll tell you what.
I’ll make to you the same offer I made to what's-his-face...
Your former boss.
I’ll give one of you the chance to earn Sigmar’s greatest, greatest power.
Just one, mind.
I’ll leave you to sort out who amongst yourselves.
[shouting, battling]
Don’t forget to let me know how it goes.
[breathing heavily]
Give them a night to finish killing each other
and you should be fine to go mop up the rest.
That’s better.
Now...
I could use some ale.
[hawk screeches]
[dramatic music]